The first was almost 30 years ago; a small Chinese symbol (from a Billy Bragg album cover, that my brother insisted meant ‘do not tumble dry’) was inked onto my left shoulder.
My tattoos have been markers of the big moments - Mum’s death, getting sober, waking up to the possibility of a different life, claiming my shadows.
This one feels different. Its lighter, finer, handpoked by the sweet energy of Emily @ink.and.earth
- there was no pain; my first tattoo from a woman, at our kitchen table while Bohdi snuffled around on the floor.
Its to symbolise the delicious new energy of turning 45 soon, of my work expanding and growing, of settling into myself, finding my place. Its a swirling upward spiral from the earth to a star. A sense of being deeply rooted while flying. It’s to remind me that I’m always home.